10/17/12 I am the daughter of a woman who loved clean windows. Hers glistened. In her eulogy, her grandson Buddy recalled seeing her wave good-bye with one hand while holding her Windex in the other. Not just ordinary windex either, but "foaming" Windex glass cleaner which she special ordered. Those storm door smudges were gone before we backed out of the driveway.
I, on the other hand, see (at least for a few days) those smudge remnants as reflections of a treasure---a treasury of time well-spent with "little" folks.
A recent neighborhood walk had me checking out reflections in windows along my way. Many must employ full time window washers. One home had two beautiful symmetrical windows anchoring the front of the house. The one on the right reflected a light on in a dining area and gave just a glimpse inside. The one on the left caught the sun and reflected the glorious colors of the turning of the season.
The contrast had me doing a little self reflection. If someone saw past my outward appearance, what would they see? What would a glimpse of my soul show? My outward countenance should be a reflection of the window of my soul. But....is it? Do I just put on a happy face or a pious face for the world's view?
I don't want to be like the Pharisees in Matthew 23 who only have a clean exterior.
“Everything they do is done for people to see..."v.5
As The Message says, They talk a good line, but they don’t live it. They don’t take it into their hearts and live it out in their behavior. It’s all spit-and-polish veneer.
Those are my reflections, what are yours?
